The Price of Freedom
A ghostly image of a soldier
stood in the background,
as a mother with a babe in her
arms stood by a grave site.
She lowly whispered, "Father
this is your son. Son this is your
father. He gave his life so that
others might live."
Now she is alone, but she
will survive. She will raise
this child without the aid
of others. This child will
grow to be a strong man,
because his mother was strong.
Shirley Smothers is a poet. A few of her poems have appeared in Lone Stars Magazine, The Poets Art, and The Poetry Explosion Newsletter.
Dear Shirley -
ReplyDeleteHow I am touched by these exquisite words. Your play on 'father' and 'son' is beautiful.
Kathy
War always brings sadness... I wonder if it's worth the price... Terry (fine poem)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jack Clubb, for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteIt is difficult to read this poem and not be deeply affected by it.
Thank you all for the kind comments. My goal of this poem is not to glorify war but to show that many people are affected by this. In a sense we all pay the price of freedom.
ReplyDeleteThanks,
Shirley